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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything

The Days of Ruddy Noses

That’s Rocky Gresset and some guy that owns a dog house playing a Henry Mancini/Johnny Mercer song.

Funny to think of what becomes a jazz standard. The Days of Wine and Roses was pretty predictable, but lots of other less predictable things make it into Real Books, or Fake Books, or whatever they call the bootleg books of songs that might be needed on a General Business bandstand.

I’m not in the business anymore, but I notice things. The Beatles have a bunch of things that trad jazz bands don’t turn their nose up at anymore. Stevie Wonder songs, quite a bit, too. It’s Not Easy Being Green, originally sung by Kermit the Frog is another one you might not see coming. Hell, Wichita Lineman gets murdered by naugahyde-and-well-drink assassins as often as Autumn Leaves. Honestly, would you expect My Favorite Things to become a jazz standard? I would, but I’m strange.

A good song is a cupcake, not a wedding cake. 

7 Responses

  1. Jazz remains in my lightweight category until they do versions of ever-popular polkas. She's Too Fat For Me can compete with Fats Navarro's Fat Girl any day.

    Note: no naugas were sacrificed in the making of that polka. Maybe some wood was um, borrowed.

    A good song is one I listen to all the way to the end.

  2. Unexpected songs that made for good jazz material, off the top of my head:

    I'm an Old Cowhand, by Sonny Rollins
    There's No Business Like Show Business, ditto
    Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Bill Evans
    Tea for Two, Monk
    Holiday for Strings, Sun Ra
    Wives and Lovers, Grant Green

  3. G Bob!
    Dear lord, that Sun Ra selection was interplanetary — extraordinary. A supernatural thing.

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